Just what every parent wants to hear.
Side note... and this is to MY mother...Mom, don't freak out.
Naomi and Phoebe have started piano lessons with Jon. The girls were practicing piano for a bit and suddenly Naomi came running in. "Mom, don't freak out when you see this, but I thought of a GREAT way to teach Phoebe this song!" I went in to the piano.
What did I see? Stickers color coding some of the keys.
What did I do? I freaked out.
You have to understand the piano situation in my life. My mother is a professional pianist. The piano we currently have is an upright Steinway that my mom got from her aunt when she turned 16. It has traveled with my parents back and forth across the country as they moved. It has traveled with us (when we inherited it after my mom got her baby grand) back and forth across the country as we moved. It has come close to demise in an apartment building stairwell more than once, but has survived.
And I know the rules well.
The piano has to be on an inside wall, but not by a heater.
No food or drink near the piano, and
definitely no food or drink ON the piano.
You wash your hands before you play the piano.
No decorative items or tchotchkes on the piano.
The piano is not a toy, it is an instrument.
You don't just bang on it, you play it.
You gently dust the keys- all use of cleaner of any type is prohibited.
And
certainly, certainly... no stickers on the keys! That one doesn't even make the official and oft-repeated list because it is SUCH an egregious and flagrant error that it is just
known that no one, unless they were some type of insane instrument-torturer would even
conceive of the idea of doing something so horrific. But back to the story...
To my credit, I didn't TOTALLY freak out. I said "OH honey!" in a horrified voice and put my hands to my face. Just like my mom would have. Immediately Naomi started crying, and I knew even that had been to harsh. I took her in my arms and hugged her. I told her that it was a wonderful, creative idea of a way to teach Phoebe a song, and I was so glad she'd thought of it, but no, we couldn't have stickers on the keys. As a peace offering, I told her we would pull out the old keyboard ($4 at Goodwill) and she could put the stickers on there. That seemed to satisfy her and as we both calmed down, I apologized for freaking out.
As much as we want to take good care of the things that we have, they are just
things after all. We can't take 'em with us. Even a Steinway. And it wasn't as if she was flagrantly treating the piano poorly. In fact, she was thinking and acting kindly toward her sister, taking a gentle leadership role to teach her...pouring
good things into their relationship...which is something worth far more than any instrument. That instrument could be gone in the blink of an eye by theft or fire (well...not in the blink of an eye by theft I guess, it is HEAVY...so perhaps we could say "over the course of an afternoon when no one is home and the neighbors are
completely unaware of what is going on"...but you get my drift), but the relationship between two sisters, as well as the one between a mother and her daughter have eternal value.
That is where I want my focus to be. On the relationship. Not the stuff.
So everyone (and by everyone, I mean my mom) can breathe easier, I will tell you that the stickers came off quickly and easily.
Crisis averted.
PS: Name this movie quote: "But that's a priceless Steinway!" "Not anymore."